Disclaimer: this fic is co-written by Angry Email and Goneril123. We only own our OCs

Merlin is owned by people who are not us, with a lot more money. No money is being made from this and no infringement is intended, so don't sue us.

Pairings: Merlin/OC, Arthur/OC, yup we are overwriting the a large chunk of the legend, because we can, kinda written for laughs though. Also the ocs are kinda self inserts.

Rated T because of upcoming events.

Don't like, don't read, simple as that.

This chapter is shorter than the previous two, hope you readers don't complain too much.

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Chapter 3

Isabella was bored. she was stuck in bed for two weeks thanks to her stupid ankle. She was not impressed with the prince who liked to come in with the pretense of talking to her, but really was here to mock her stupidity.

Today was no exception, even her sister who had been keeping her company up until this point had given up and gone to the library just to get away from Isabella's complaining.

Arthur walked in with a big smirk on his face and she glared at him and he just smirked wider.

"My father asks how you are" he said, mockingly.

Isabella just glared and ignored him, he smiled knowing it was funny to watch her annoyance.

"Why are you really here?" Isabella asked, looking at the ceiling.

"To make sure you are not getting too bored"

Isabella raised an eyebrow, I'm just waiting for my twin to return with some books"

"So, Books" Arthur replied, mocking her some more, knowing that she was stuck in this room, bored out of her mind

Isabella groaned, this was worse than that time her and her sister had that really boring history tutor, "I keep a knife by my bed you know" She quickly retorted.

The prince just laughed, this wasn't the first time she had tried this threat, it hadn't worked before and it worked even less now.

"Just go away" Isabella said, she was growing close to actually using her knife, but decided not to as that would probably start a war, so she threw a pillow at his face instead. The prince got the message and left.

The next day Isabella was so bored she just had to get out, her ankle was strong enough to stand on, she had been since yesterday, but knowing her own luck, she didn't want to risk it yesterday.

She winced as she stood up for the first time in a week, but felt the freedom course through her veins, and she like loved it.

Isabella dressed carefully and as simple as her pride would allow to her to, just because she was sneaking out she was not going to lose all her dignity. Over the top of her simple dress she wore a cloak with a large hood and ran to the door the edge of the hood her eyes only to be faced with...

A rather amused Prince Arthur.

"Your sister told me you'd try something like this today" he smirked, as he lowered the hood, and enjoyed the look on her face as she realized her foolproof plan had been thwarted by none other than Arthur, the one person she was hoping to avoid today and it was all her sister's fault.

She was going to make sure Willow got some dung on her coat so that Cassie would have to clean it off.

Isabella quickly re-entered her chambers and locked the door, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of doing that earlier.

She tried reading his mind with what little magic she had to see if he had gone, Her talent was limited, and it took a lot of power to read someone's mind if they were in plain sight, but this was the third time she had tried reading someone's, mind through a door and it still drained her energy this much, at least she didn't pass out like she had the first two times.

She picked up a little intelligence from outside her door, that meant the annoying prince himself.

"Well there's a surprise" she muttered, before she unlocked the door, quietly, as she was actually going to go rest again, trying to read the annoying Prince's mind had taken a lot of her strength.

She wished sometimes that what little magical talent she had could be a little stronger and didn't sap most of her strength like this, but she knew that that would just make her more of a target for execution.

She quickly got back into her nightgown and climbed back into her bed. Wishing she hadn't done that,A good ten minutes passed after that before the smirking Prince himself reappeared.

"I see you have some sense" Arthur replied, with a smirk that made Isabella want to punch him in the face, but right now she just couldn't. Her telepathy through the door had sapped most of her energy and all she wanted to do was sleep right now.

She ignored the prince until he left and she quickly fell asleep.

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